Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

At the same time Ma Sanbao returned to the hall.

The guards of the Qianqing Palace, who were standing aside and were also confused by Zhu Yunhuan's "utilization of cattle and horses to the extreme", finally came to their senses.

Three or two people quickly came out and gathered around Fu Youwen who had fainted on the ground.

"Master Fu?"

"Master Fu, are you okay?"

"Quick! The imperial physician hasn't arrived yet. Take Master Fu to the Imperial Hospital first. Once they've diagnosed him and confirmed he's all right, we'll send him back to the mansion. Eunuch Sanbao has given instructions. No one in the court can make a mistake!"

"..."

Several people called out to Fu Youwen tentatively, only to see that Fu Youwen's eyes were tightly closed, with no reaction or consciousness at all. He immediately started to work according to Ma Sanbao's previous arrangements.

Fu Youwen soon disappeared into the distance with the somewhat messy footsteps of several guards.

Zhan Hui buried his head in the memorial in his hand.

Secretly, he turned his head to glance at Zhan Hui, who was being carried away on a stretcher. He frowned suspiciously and thought to himself, "Hiss... This old man is quite old, but he has always been strong. Why does he look so frail today?"

"Something's wrong! There's something absolutely wrong with this old man!"

Zhan Hui always had this feeling in his heart.

However, his mind couldn't clearly tell what was wrong here, so he had to give up secretly, retract his gaze and pretend to be dealing with the memorial seriously, but his eyes were slightly narrowed behind the memorial.

It seems that he has made a decision in his heart:

"Based on my understanding of him, it doesn't seem like he was truly dizzy just now."

"This old man is more cunning than anyone else! He's even involved with the people at the center of this huge upheaval in the court, the brothers of the Ying royal family..."

"You can't go wrong with his ticket!"

Zhan Hui's eyes fell on the memorial in his hand, but he was thinking absentmindedly that he also had to find a time to faint at the right moment.

Just as he was thinking this.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cry of surprise from the side: "Huh? Master Ru, how come... Master Ru, are you okay?"

"Master Ru! Hiss...Master Ru's body is so hot!"

"..."

Kneeling next to Zhan Hui, Ru Chang, one of the six heads of the Ministry of War, fell to the ground with a slightly red face.

Although he didn't faint directly like Fu Youwen.

But he seemed a little dazed, and his whole body was shaking. Zhan Hui felt that this other person looked several times more realistic than Fu Youwen just now!

Ruheng forced herself to sit up.

His eyes were almost closed, but he was still mumbling, "It's...it's okay...I just happened to catch a cold these few days...it's nothing...I...I can still hold on!"

Fu Youwen is pretending, but Ru Rong is real.

Yesterday, the news of Fu Youde's return to the capital caused a lot of uproar in Yingtian Prefecture. Of course, Ru Rong also heard about it. When he heard that Zhu Yunhuan had issued another imperial decree to send Fu Youde to Fujian, he knew what was going on: the scene of so many court officials kneeling on the ground and making death-defying protests today was bound to happen sooner or later.

Because Ru Heng was a card that Zhu Yunhuan had secretly touched early on, he knew very well that Zhu Yunhuan's attitude towards the Huaixi nobles would never be "submission".

So this time, there must be something going on.

At the same time, Ru Rong knew that others, unlike him, had long seen Zhu Yunhuan's frank and resolute attitude. He also knew that the current young emperor had far-reaching plans and was a man of his word.

He said that Fu Youde should leave Beijing.

The fact that Fu Youde was leaving Beijing was already a foregone conclusion and could not be changed - dying in remonstration, kneeling to death, etc., were all natural things.

As for what Zhu Yunhuan was up to... Ru Heng wasn't quite sure, but he knew that Zhu Yunhuan wouldn't really seek his own death.

He had never thought about getting involved in it.

So last night I just made up my mind and lit a huge fire in the room, making myself sweat. Then I turned around and poured a basin of cold water on myself, so that I could take the opportunity to escape.